Then, turning to look at Kris Wu, the pent-up anger over his previous disappearance was ignited, "And him? When he disappeared without a word, did he think about the consequences? Did he think about his team?!"
"None of you uttered a single word back then!"
"Fuck your mother, do you still think we're your mistresses?!"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing Wu Yifan's sore spot and sensitive nerves.
His face instantly turned extremely ugly. He stood up abruptly, grabbed Ou Yangguang by the collar, and said fiercely, "Say that again, you fucking idiot?!"
"Did I say something wrong?!" Ou Yangguang glared back fearlessly and struggled to break free.
"Hey! What are you doing! Let go!" Kim Junmyeon and Zhang Yixing rushed forward to try to pull the two apart.
"Don't you dare lay a hand on me!"
But the two, consumed by anger, refused to listen to any advice.
In the scuffle, it's unclear who struck first, but a fist flew out! The scene instantly spiraled out of control, turning into a physical altercation!
"Stop hitting!"
"stop!"
The other members exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to break up the fight. The dormitory was immediately thrown into chaos, with sounds of fists and kicks, attempts to break up the fight, arguments, and objects being knocked over filling the room.
The once cozy dormitory is now filled with tension and chaos, and the brotherhood has been clearly fractured in the fierce conflict.
The argument and subsequent physical altercation escalated into something quite outrageous, with everyone resorting to violence.
Finally, with everyone's best efforts to stop them, the two were forcibly separated. Both had marks of anger and bruises on their faces, panting heavily, like two trapped beasts that refused to give way to each other.
The others were also bearing marks and panting heavily.
All that remained was a messy dormitory, the air thick with anger, disappointment, and an indescribable sadness.
The dormitory was filled with the smell of iodine and medicinal oil, mixed with an unavoidable awkwardness.
The members sat or stood, silently tending to each other's minor wounds caused by the earlier conflict.
A sprained wrist, a bruised forehead, and even more so, an invisible crack in the heart.
Kris Wu had a cut on the corner of his mouth, and Lu Han was using a cotton swab to disinfect it. He had his lips tightly pressed together, his eyes downcast, and his emotions were unreadable.
Park Chanyeol irritably rubbed his messy hair, while Kim Jongin leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling.
No one spoke, and every time their eyes met, they quickly looked away, as if afraid to touch the still-healing wound.
In the midst of this suffocating silence, Ou Yangguang suddenly stood up from the chair in the corner.
He didn't look at anyone and went straight to his room.
A moment later, he put on a black baseball cap and a mask, covering most of his face except for a pair of expressionless eyes. He held the motorcycle keys in his hand, opened the door, and walked out without looking back.
The slamming door shut was like a heavy hammer blow, striking everyone's heart.
Kim Junmyeon almost reflexively wanted to chase after him: "Kwang-ah!"
His face was filled with worry and the responsibility of being the team leader.
"Junmyeon." Zhang Yixing reached out and grabbed his arm, shook his head at him, and said in a low voice, "Let him be alone for a while."
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